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Battle Of Queens
Claire approached the grave of the man she had first loved with slow tentative footsteps. It had been a long time since she last saw him, but the memory of him wasn't a thing to fade so easily for he had been the one to break her heart the most. No one, not even her sisters had made her cry the way he had. He had tried to kill her. A thing she would never forget.
Perhaps, she should leave him to his fate, and let him sleep. After all, he was the one that chose this state for himself.
Claire turned to walk away with her head to the ground, and had taken a considerable distance from the grave when she raised her head to see Kathryn, Crystal, Gold, and Violet before her. Briskly turning to White's grave, she saw Rose looking pitifully on the resting place of her beloved.
"You s
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